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No Exit: Against The Delusion Of The Post-Political

A specter is haunting the American right, the specter of "Dadism." Open any ostensibly conservative American Magazine and you will catch its putrid stench wafting up, with ill intentions, into your nostrils. But what actually is this so-called "Dadism?" What is the source of the offending stench emanating so strongly from their ideological (or rather, "Post-Ideological") garbage can? A dead skunk? An electrocuted housecat? A pile of 3-day old adult diapers overflowing with excrement? One's imagi

Addiction to a Pretty Face

He not only considered it trivial to commit the sins of Jeroboam son of Nebat, but he also married Jezebel daughter of Ethbaal king of the Sidonians, and began to serve Baal and worship him. -- 1 Kings 16:31 The American Left has long anointed the Republicans as the “stupid party.” Traditionally, this conclusion can be blamed on the usual smarm of the over-educated and the typical urbanite attitude towards blue-collar and rural workers. However, there is a very deep-seated stupidity living ren

The Dream: A Russo-American Alliance

Presidents Trump and Putin will in a week's time hold their first official summit, in Helsinki, capital of the great nation of Finland. This is a meeting long in the making; presumably the major points of agreement have already been worked out. Rather than offering an opportunity for discussion, I see such meetings as instead affording a chance to display to the public that which has already been agreed upon. This is a chance, amid the great success of the Russia World Cup football matches, and

Whose Values?

Yesterday, the New York Daily News, that paragon of journalistic virtue, published a special edition cover that showed President Donald Trump wearing a king’s crown and clown make-up. The headline read: “NEWS SAYS: The clown who plays king can’t overthrow the bedrock values that this nation was founded on 242 years ago today.” Oh, really? This cluster of a headline cries out for some Thermidor commentary. Here we go… On July 4, 1776, the Declaration of Independence was signed and published. Th

Action Movies, Patriarchy, & Dragons: "Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom" (2018)

Spoilers, obviously. The horror story is driven by an intersection of heroism and victimhood; roles alternate, and the characters find themselves either perpetual victims or hopeless heroes facing the supernatural or at least the scientifically fantastical. Most of the science fiction films of the 1980s and 1990s follow this pattern—it was rather neatly summed up, in fact, in Jurassic World (2015) by the amoral Asian genius who runs the genetic labs—“to a canary, a cat is a monster; we’re just u

The Weak and the Boring

It is too easy to say that our enemies are both weak and boring. Such talk is the mother’s milk of the vast right-wing blogosphere. However, before dipping into my usually trenchant (and correct) critique of this week’s latest news, I want to share with you some recent reflections on the Left. It used to be that bathroom walls and the other flat surfaces, especially those in schools, were the repository for guttersnipe scribbling. Sometimes vile, sometimes funny, but always entertaining, this v

Lilliput Unbowed

In 2018, it seems that the large that fear the small. Or at least that is what paid operatives of the globohomo order would have us believe. After all, how else could you explain the cries of “fascism!” against men like Viktor Orban, the leader of small Hungary, or even Nigel Farage, the “Little Englander” who helped to shake up the entire British establishment by actually saying what the average British citizen feels. Well, let this article be a warning: we are about to get inundated with artic

The Lively (and Nauseous) Genius of Martial's Epigrams

Last time we talked about Roman poetry, it was on Catullus' "stately bawdiness." Today, we'll move forward roughly a century to Martial, who was born in what's now Spain in A.D. 40. He moved to Rome at twenty-four years old to pursue a literary career, with some success, but eventually grew tired of life in the capital and so moved back to Spain in 100. We don't know the exact date of his death, but it was no later than 104. As for his work, well, it can be rather divisive. On the one hand, Plin